Poetry Blogs (ink)
A cathartic release to bring myself peace,
As the ink flows from the tip of my pen.
Thoughts jumble; confused,
Feelings, emotions, sad or amused,
But I never know how it will end.
I don’t plan or plot the things that I jot,
They just drip from the nib of my pen.
As the structure takes shape
with my mental escape,
And my thoughts down on paper again.
Wednesday 4th January 2017 6:13 am
Quickly the ink spreads, running across the pages.
Making sense within their lines, keeping records through the ages.
Each dotted line and scratched out cross as important as the other,
To fill the tomes with thoughts and dreams, from cover through to cover.
Entire lives and moments can be caught and stored within these bindings,
Academics throughout time had a way to save their fin...
Saturday 15th October 2016 11:51 am
Scores a line and gives a grade
In the bossiest of moments
Tells of corrections to be made
As it sits there standing bold
Or a single word might hang there dripping
While your blood runs stinging cold
Like the warming of a fire
Consuming mind and paper
While the temperature gets higher
Saturday 6th August 2016 12:22 pm
May the ink that flows
from the nib of my pen,
forever entertain you.
With words of love;
of life and wonder,
like beams of light
through clouds of thunder.
May the blood that flows
through my hand as it writes,
forever reassure you.
With thoughtful verse
and encouraging rhymes,
to ease you through
your challenging times.
May the emotions that fl...
Friday 7th August 2015 9:36 pm
How have you inked
this palpitant heart?
Well, let me tell you:
Your barbs extend
long and deep and far,
far enough to pierce
skin of my resistance
with needlepoint of
But not only skin
deep; you refuse to
settle for what I
had to offer, deep--
you broke skin and
plunged deeper than
anyone ever did go
pierced right through
Thursday 9th April 2015 8:16 pm